“Social”
Mingling in a group
feels like a luxury we’ve
all but left behind.
Steve D
Mingling in a group
feels like a luxury we’ve
all but left behind.
Steve D
Change and change again
like the course of a river,
ever persistent.
Steve D
Bump along the grass
in a rusty wheelbarrow,
small rollercoaster.
Steve D
Moments flutter by,
adding up to a habit
to equate lifestyle.
Steve D
Tug-of-war between
one’s responsibilities,
but the choice is clear.
Steve D
A thousand strands gleam,
enticing to be followed,
each leading to doom.
Steve D
Feet forge on, heedless.
Mind wanders, searches for what?
A spot of stillness.
Steve D
Keep ahead, don’t stop.
Flow one to the next, again,
eyes on the simple path.
Steve D
Mind demands work,
body pleads for a break. Sit.
Return with vigor.
Steve D
Nearly completed,
hold fast until the finish,
with the end in sight.
Steve D